I don’t like yard work. I understand that some people enjoy it. People also choose to become dentists. Some things just aren’t for everyone. I have neighbors that have lush green yards and I can only imagine how much they cringe when they see the first dandelion sprout it’s sunny head from my yard, unrelenting in its quest for world domination. It’s not that I don’t like being outdoors. I can think of plenty of other outdoor activities that I would rather do instead of pushing a 21″ blade back and forth across the lawn.
I procrastinated as much as I could this morning, but I had every intention of mowing today. That is until I realized I have no idea where the key to the shed is. I have an aluminum shed in the back yard where I keep the mower and gas can. When we moved in, there was an old, rusted lock hanging from the handle. I never locked it because I didn’t have the key and it was so old I don’t think it would have locked anyway. From a distance it looked locked and for a long time that was enough security to protect my clunky mower. Sure enough someone got into the shed and stole my gas can last summer. I can’t imagine they got very far with a two gallon gas can, but I understand desperate times call for desperate measures. I was more disappointed that they didn’t return the can after emptying it. Then again, thieves aren’t known for returning things.
I bought a new gas can and a new padlock for the shed. Not long after the mower died. It had been a workhorse that didn’t get the attention and care it deserved. Even the weeds felt bad and temporarily halted their invasion. Here I am today with a yard that is not quite yet overgrown and my new mower trapped behind locked doors. I didn’t want to mow in the first place, but it bothers me that now I’m delayed in getting it done. I don’t like yard work.